Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Com'n Yo Direction , by - Lil Wyte. Release date: 03.03.2003
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
Com'n Yo Direction |
| Lil' Wyte’s the name, there ain’t a day pass |
| That I ain’t in trouble, this changes the game |
| And turns a somersault to a double |
| They hating me now, I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble |
| But it is all gravy, I’m running and ain’t 'bouta stumble |
| Back off a few years and you will find some crooked decisions |
| I managed them clear and did not let them break down my vision |
| That’s all I don’t need, somebody try’na stop what I’m giving |
| But there’s just too many hoes out there |
| To give one bitch my pimping |
| I’m bringing ya Memphis |
| I just joined the white rapper convention |
| Back in the day, I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition |
| But I done made it, they hate it |
| I love it because of DJ Paul and Juicy J |
| I got so far from above it |
| Pushing and shoving |
| They don’t know of that, I’m posted on a regular |
| Good 'ole boy from around the way |
| Might be small but don’t test me, brah |
| Question, brah, listen, brah, yes, that’s what I’m stressing, brah |
| Yes, that’s me in your hood, 2 do' Cutlass what I’m flexing, brah |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road |
| You better move, we com’n yo direction |
| Don’t let yo window catch a cloud, I’m as high as you |
| I know you wish this song would keep on bumping |
| Through a pound or point 2 |
| But it’s all good, it’s gonna go off |
| Like everything that goes up comes down |
| I make sounds come out my mouf |
| Then put now snawls to make 'em melt |
| Watch me guarantee the game nothing but some fucking pain |
| Put cyanide in syringes and inject it in they veins |
| Threw up on the league the hardest music Memphis seen in a while |
| Hit me quick wit Triple 6 and then let out 'Mystic Style' |
| I was hook and good 'ole boys like me was catching the vibe |
| I survive, I strive, now look at me, I’m all in the sky |
| Keep in mind, I was the one overlooked alla the times |
| Deep inside, I thought that I was the one never would rise |
| Here I am, I’m spitting it out and bringing it to ya today |
| Ain’t no gangsta, just a Bay Area represento |
| Wit something to say |
| So if you want me, come get me, y’kno where I’m at |
| I’m prolly there right now but there’s no way good 'ole boy |
| Like me go out without my crown now |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road |
| You better move, we com’n yo direction |
| It’s like this, good 'ole boys |
| I don’t get what they can out this game |
| Whether we are down in our slums or we on top of this thang |
| 'Cuz I’ve got some real ones rolling with me down for the cause |
| Even if the situation get sticky, they ain’t 'bouta pause |
| So I must watch over my fleet and lead 'em all inta victory |
| Mystery, how did I get here? |
| All the rest is just history |
| Liberty is what I’m seeking to get away from misery |
| Mess with me, you’ll be fucked up 'cuz I’ll let out inner energy |
| Never was a problem child, always kept up with the game |
| The slang and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name |
| It ain’t my fault, it made me to be something that you ain’t |
| It is my fault, I’m doing something that y’kno you can’t |
| Man, I remember getting drunk, drinking my self unda the flo' |
| Reminiscing of throwing up, making love to the commode |
| I did my dirt, didn’t I get caught and still serf birds in the end |
| But that’s all right 'cuz all I needs, my little girl and my pen |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing |
| Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road |
| You better move, we com’n yo direction |